Dean was staying mostly silent during the two's conversation. For one thing he was not sure what he wanted himself, for another he had a distinct feeling that neither of the two was on the same page as him and it would be unwise to give to much away. Instead, he went back to priority one.

"Damian, watch him, okay?" he said somberly, before heading into the ruined building. The second one.

He found Carrie, kneeling, having to support her weight with one hand on the ground not to keel over. Wordlessly, he set to work, closing his eyes.

Countless images of hospitals entered his mind. Surgeons, doctors, patients. Sick people dying in the wards. And the thing he needed.

A steel rack appeared in his hand, on it hanging a blood transfusion kit. Without a moments hesitation, Carrie grabbed the needle and jammed it into her remaining arm.

"I find it that of all things, the part you hinge on is the weapon behind my back." He says somberly as he throws the sword towards the middle ground between Damian and Ricky. It clangs upon the ground before fading into twilight smoke.

"People... so long as they mingle with each other, pretend to be their friends... that is the time we wait for. It is only a matter of time before the alliances tear themselves apart from the inside. You've already planted the seed of discord..." He mentions, remembering the insults spat by both sides during this engagement.

"This world shrinks." He mutters as timeless lightning crackles off in the distance as pieces of the world fade from existence. "It's only a matter of time until everyone's true colors are revealed." Damian looks behind himself into the ruined safe house with his unbandaged eye.

"So far, I'm certain your words have caused more permanent damage to the facade of an 'alliance' this group than your pet did." He says, wondering about Drake. "You say you want another pet? Perhaps, Ricky... you can bring light to that beasts already clouded mind- assuming he's still alive. But know this-" He says knowingly.

"This group... the one I'm with at the moment, they are not weak and they are not stupid. A beast that lacks vision will meet the same fate as this one. If you want a new pet- you won't find one here. But if you want to claim what's left of your old one, I won't stop you." Damian says dismissively, parting himself to one side allowing Ricky to pass should he want to.

"It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."

The Chronometal Wars, a fan-fiction taking place in the PPGD Universe. Catastrophe is the only certainty.

Ricky laughs, the 'magical' philosopher threw his sword away. A sword? In this situation, that thing's probably a nuke. Hey, if you can read minds, tell me what the oblivion girl is thinking.

Ricky looks to Dean, "Kid take out a notebook and pen, stop flirting with your girlfriend, you're going to be tested on this."

Looking back to Damian, "No need to be so serious. We're well past the appetizers, and the main course is to be savored, not stalled."Still touching Luna, Ricky picks up more of the little rocks, I've got 6 shots.

"I'm rather confused. What is your goal here? To cause havoc? Disorder? Chaos? If you wish to recover your pet, go ahead... but if you are going to continue to fight my..." He pauses. "Acquaintances... we may have a problem."

"This is the last time I make this a request." Golden mist travels down his arm, vaguely resembling a giant hammer near his hand.

"It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."

The Chronometal Wars, a fan-fiction taking place in the PPGD Universe. Catastrophe is the only certainty.

"Burn your ears off? I came here for collateral. If you lost a partner, would you be happy in just retrieving the remains as their murderers sat there and watched? You're more twisted than me.", Ricky starting to enjoy Damian's reaction. The pacifist shows his primal nature.

Ricky watches the colorful display of Damian's powers, melee weapons only eh, some anime shit's about to go down.

"You demand recompense for putting that dog down, that bit us first. Even though you've already nearly killed my partner. You really think that will actually happen?"

A confident smile appeared on Dean's face.

"Also, I wasn't flirting with Carrie." he continued, in an almost humorous tone of voice, while squatting down and touching the pavement beneath them. "I was flirting with this."

A sound of something cracking was all the warning Ricky got before the pavement underneath him erupted. A good chunk of the street seemed to come alive and start shooting at him in large chunks of concrete. The area around Luna seemed solid, instead wobbling, slowly gliding her away. Dean followed up by stretching out an arm into thin air and with great strain pulled a shotgun out of nothing, ready to fire.

"Enough of this. If you don't wish to desist, I will show you the price of haste! Don't say I didn't warn you." The smoke around his hand coalesces into a solid golden hammer with blunt spikes jutting out.

He readies his attack as energy swirls around him.

Risks: Energy Feedback +1, Broken Bones (Arm(s) and Chest) +2

"It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."

The Chronometal Wars, a fan-fiction taking place in the PPGD Universe. Catastrophe is the only certainty.

Luna groaned softly as the ground beneath her moved. It was obvious she was slowly regaining consciousness. She frowned and tried to speak before falling still and silent again. She still laid on the ground, unable to move, unable to wake. In her unconscious mind, Luna was worrying about Carrie, trying to wake herself, all in vein. The most she was able to twitch was a finger.

Innuendo Squad's Resident Lesbian

I the merc with a mouth only more badass.

Mother of darkness, mother of light, earth beneath us, soul in flight, songs of love and love of life, guide us to our heart.We all come from the Goddess and to her we shall return like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean.

Without so much as a grunt or a yell, Damian smashes the hammer into the ground sending a cascade of golden lightning towards Ricky! The lightning splits the timeless road down the middle, separating him from Luna before it arks back and strike at him.

"Allow me to show you how I express fondness for 'my' favorite Norse God! Thor!" He yells as the golden lighting and wires from the split road spits from the gash in the road and crawls up Ricky's form! Damian musters his internal strength as his golden hammer glows brightly! He throws it as light shines from every edge of the heavy weapon, colliding with Ricky's chest and knocking him back further away from Luna!

Having fulfilled what he wished to accomplish, Damian runs over to Luna and jostles her with his one arm, prompting her to awaken. He then looks over to Dean expectantly.

"It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."

The Chronometal Wars, a fan-fiction taking place in the PPGD Universe. Catastrophe is the only certainty.

Luna's eyes fluttered open. Seeing a boy in front of her, she jumped. "Where's Carrie?" she asked, slightly remembering the boy with her was a friend. Her physical wounds had healed but her head was still groggy and aching a little. She looked at her hands and let the small blades, or what was left of them, that she'd created earlier fall to the ground, allowing that last part to close. She looked back at Damian, she frowned. "Is she hurt?"

Innuendo Squad's Resident Lesbian

I the merc with a mouth only more badass.

Mother of darkness, mother of light, earth beneath us, soul in flight, songs of love and love of life, guide us to our heart.We all come from the Goddess and to her we shall return like a drop of rain flowing to the ocean.

Dean instinctively catched the smoke grenade lobbed at him. A grin flashed over his face. He growled an odd whispery sound at it and slowly put the it down on the ground, without it going off, again grinning.

"Carrie's OK." he almost shouted in Luna's direction, of the unpleasant noise of metal grinding against itself. Something was forming around both his arms, an odd twisted form of gears and pistons, adding up to a massive hunk of metal. By the time it was finished forming, Dean had already started dashing towards Ricky. Damian had the right idea; The things the lunatic could throw was obviously a big danger, melee was the way to go. A few meters from Ricky, he drew his arms backwards, as the gears winded up and the thing began to emit steam...

Ricky tosses a rock at Dean and another in front of himself.Ricky focuses. Fuck, gotta change 2 different things at once. Alright, first one, hit the hero with something...fucking...anything...shit...think...A BOMB! FUCK IT! The other rock, a wall...done, good, a wall!

Risks: -1 Improvised +1 Bomb is a dud +1 Wall ends up being made of Legos(or w/e material you'd like) +2 cuts/bruises/fractures (may affect mobility -1 until healed) +3 lose use of a limb(don't rip it off please T.T)

Dean dodged to the side as bomb was thrown at him. He stumbled, unused to the extra weight and fell. The bomb fell neat into his lap. He spent a moment in abject terror, before... Nothing. The bomb did nothing. He stood up again, a smirk on his face, eyeing the wall of what seemed to be green pudding now between him and Ricky. In five quick steps he burst through the wall and tackling into Ricky, both of them hitting the pavement. On top for a moment, Dean barreled the mess of metal on his down into Ricky's right knee, the whole thing exploding from the impact, while a satisfying crack could be heard, going up and down the leg. Painful no doubt. The gears and bits of metal flying away soon dissipated, along with Dean's other gauntlet, so instead of pressing the advantage, he rolled away from the lying Ricky. Dean was panting heavily, that one punch had taken more out of him than he had thought, but hopefully Ricky would keep on lying down.

"If you miss your pet... So much..." he said in between breaths. "You can... Join the dead son-of-a-bitch."

The "corpse" of Drake had risen up, standing once more. Its new "head" was bent down. The appendage was made entirely of darkness, with wispy strands of shadow for "hair". It stood there, un-moving, a statue to any onlookers. This stillness masked the turmoil in the creature's mind. A war was being raged, a battle of pure emotion. Rage, Hate, Sorrow, all swirled around, confounding the conscious of the dark entity. Then the sounds from outside reached its ears, or whatever equated to them on its shadowy head. The conflict within ceased. Slowly the head raised up, eyes closed. More noise crept in from the outside, voices that were....familiar. The creature did not know how or why, but all of the emotions within its mind became focused on these voices.

They were the cause.

For it all.

The "eyes" snapped open, glowing purple orbs. Tentacles veritably exploded from its body as the being darted forward. The tendrils jabbed forward to pierce the rocky chrysalis that had housed them until now.

On the outside it was as if what remained of the safe house wall had exploded into a writhing darkness. Locking on to whatever moved, the horde of tentacles lashed forward, slicing, stabbing, wrapping, tearing, any means of harming the living was employed by the dark vines. No one was safe and no one would be spared.

For in the middle of it all, in a newly formed hole in the wall. stood Nihlus.

Luna gasped as she saw the tentacles spread. Instinctively, she ran to Carrie as she pulled the bones from her left arm in the form of a long blade. She slid to a stop in front of her crush and held the blade defensively, ready to hack and slash at any of the tentacles that came too close. "Gaia, help me." she said softly, feeling her arm slowly healing from the damage done by her own power.

"Dean, you just had to jinx it, didn't you?!" Damian barks against character as wisps of pure darkness envelope the field of battle. A small amount of the mist swirls up his arm, but it's all too much! Damian's fragile balance of power is buckling, it's a fight for survival!

"Beast, I shall show you the light!" He yells as the light in his hand begins to form a shape.

"No such thing... As a jinx." Dean muttered underneath his breath. He leapt to his feet as fast as possible, narrowly dodging a tentacle cracking the pavement where he had laid down. He stretched forward both arms, gritting his teeth and letting out a groan of exhaustion. Then closed his eyes.

Images of war filled his thoughts. Soldiers escaping in between ruins of cities. Of cannon shells evaporating them. People crushed by big, steel machines...

The tank formed piece by piece. The caterpillar tracks first, the rest of the metal slowly building itself up from there. Nuts, bolts and plates coming flying out of thin air and attaching themselves. But it was going slowly and Dean had to stand still.

Far off, levitating from a nearby building Tialla was granted an easy vantage point, all of them, fighting for their lives, it was almost as redundant as it was meaningless to her. Then her eyes connected with a man, his leg seriously damaged, and a plan began to formulate in her mind, indoctrination, she would help that broken puppet, and in return she would be given aid in her future endeavors

"The one who's leg now refuses to function shall be brought to me"

A large group of hawks, surround Ricky, lifting him quickly into the air, and out of drake's reach. The flock were now taking him towards Tialla so that she could converse with him about her plans. "I really hope you don't struggle, that only makes things harder for me" A large slimy tongue now surrounded Ricky, trying to keep him as still as possible while he was taken over to the hooded young woman.

+1 Location compromised Drake now knows where she is Suggested risk for Ricky, Falling, or hurting his leg further if he struggles

" Do what you will." She snaps her fingers, waves her hand ,and the slimy tongue releases Ricky. Letting him now how my power works isnt exactly a good idea, so if he doesnt see what controlls it, he most likely wont bother attacking just yet. For good measure she releases him a good 25 feet from herself

"You can call me Jehovah, there is no need for any fraternization. You're probably wondering why I brought you here, instead of trying to kill like most others . . . aren't you? The answer is simple, I'm going to get enough of us together to create multiple worlds, for each of us to rule, and anyone who wants to try an get in our way will be simply and utterly obliterated from existence" The young woman stared him down from under her hood, analyzing his movements, and any underlying quirks, as he regained mobility.

"So the answer remains, after having heard my offer, are you willing to join me? The only one willing to aid you in your cause, or do you want to keep fighting and eventually get caught in the chaos and die?"

There was something in her speak a very blunt straightforwardness, lacking all emotion, as if she had already seen what had happened and was repeating it back to him.

"Enough of us? I'm liking you more and more, J.J. I suggest those two." Ricky points to Luna and Carrie. Ricky exaggerates his voice as he stretches his arms up, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm awfully exhausted and damaged, I'm about to faint."